This story picks up from where the books left off. Its main purpose is to give insight into how your favorite characters really act in social situations outside of war. True feelings revealed and inner demons released. Our first ever story! Please be kind

(LATER
KINGS HALL)"Well."
Aragorn began what was bound to be another breathtaking, awe
inspiring, patriotic, men ("And women!" quoted by Eowyn of Rohan,
leader of the Rewrite History! Rise of Herstory! Club)
rallying, entrancing and most likely an intentionally brain washing
speech designed to raise taxes or encourage men ("And women!") to
die for their King ("And Queen!").

He
continued, "Our mission is clear, however, our plan is yet to be
determined." He paused here to cause suspense and to survey his
audience consisting of Eomer and Faramir.Observing
from a safe distance to avoid the rain of spittle bound to be flying
out of Aragorn's mouth as soon as he got to a bit about
killing something, were Eowyn and Arwen.

He
noted the latter pair's rapt attention with smug satisfaction
noting that it must be his stunning good looks keeping them
captivated. It was of course impossible to think that women could
possibly begin to come close to comprehending or being interested in
such matters as wars and fighting (unless it had something to do with
tapestries or embroidery).

Aragorn
continued to ponder such matters unaware that only the privacy of his
mental speech was keeping him alive in the presence of two dangerous
feminists who certainly were not opposed to cleansing the world of
chauvinistic, doctrine, biased pigs like himself. He then turned his
attention to the men whose own attention was not concentrated on him
as he had hoped, but instead focused in high doses of glaring at each
other.

In
fact the daunting structure that was Kings Hall, that usually
provided a silence so intense it could drive a lone steward insane,
was echoing with a number of comments. These comments that were
originally quietly murmured and barely audible were now being spat in
either direction, occasionally reaching volumes that broadcasted each
opinion to half of Gondor."Second
child""Horsey
boy!""Low
ranked!""Arrogant!"
Eomer struggled to think of another insult that could work to
permanently cripple his opponent's ego. The 'arrogant' comment
had been an effective move on Faramir's part but he was determined
to think of something better to prove his intellectual prowess.

"…"
Faramir grinned triumphantly at the lack of response he had one there
was no way Eomer could find an insulting comeback to counter his
breaking move.

"…Bookworm."

Faramir's
eyes widened in shock. He was unable to understand how the brother of
an angel could be so mean! It was then he realized that Eomer was
indeed a worthy opponent, and to win he would need to take a gamble
on his life and bring out the…err… big swords."Illiterate
fool." He got the reaction he wanted knowing he had hit the truth
or close to it."WHAT
NO! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT! I HAVE A NOBLES EDUCATION!""Spell
education.""EH?
WHY? I MEAN, NO! WHAT THAT'S NOT! I… of course I can…it's a
simple one I…""It
begins with 'f'""Oh
yes of course… I was about to say that I knew of course... 'f'
of course 'f'" Everyone in the room stared at Eomer. Aragon
made the wise decision to intervene before the new alliance of Rohan
and Gondor collapsed entirely.

"Well
men-"He noted Arwen and Eowyn and made another wise decision.
"erm…audience, that's enough for today. I have an important
appointment to attend too." He winked at Eowyn who nodded back. "So
discussions on the topic of the recapture of Minas Morgul are
adjourned to be continued at a later date. Thank you for your
attention." He then took the time to glare at Eomer and Faramir for
their earlier lack of attention to the latter topic.

Feeling
angered by their current lack of attention he moved towards Eowyn who
was waving goodbye to Arwen. "Well Eowyn?""Yes
fine. Where this time.""Don't
worry it can be in my private quarters.""Good,
but I'm sure anything's an improvement on the broom closet."
Aragon blushed."I
was desperate!""Fine.
Let's go."

(ARAGONS
PRIVATE QUARTERS)Eowyn
rinsed Aragon's hair twice, before searching through her bottles of
shampoo. Aragon closed his eyes contentedly imagining the smooth
silky locks that would soon be his.

"Thanks
Eowyn I don't know what the men would say if they knew I liked my
hair shampooed.""Yes
well whoever said 'sweaty locks are in for the new masculine
effect' had no sense of taste. I mean, look at how you brushed up
for your coronation!""Yes
well, I got over the 'greasy locks look' when I, erm, sorry, we
defeated Sauron! I mean, unkempt when fighting is heroic. Bad styling
in everyday life is just plain slack.""Exactly!
Now would you like 'Lilly of the Valley' or 'Aloe Vera'?"

An:
hey there guys! (Imagine affected high voice.) Sorry we took so
long to update, nut 2 only just sent this to me. I, of course had it
edited as soon as it was sent! Hehe (grins guiltily, while nut 2
glares at her disgustedly.) well maybe I left it a little while
before I edited… anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and did not
get to many bad connotations from Aragorn's and Eowyn's exchange.
(Exchanges smirk with nut 2.) Anyway, please leave a review if you
liked it. Or even if you didn't like it.

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